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LYRICS 



BY 



LLOYD MIFFLIN, Litt. D. 




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THE HOFFER PRESS 

UNDER THE MAPLES, MOUNT JOY, PENNSYLVANIA 
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LIBRARY «f CONGRESS 
Two Cepies Received 

MAR 14 1904 

^ Copyright Entry 
CLASS ex. XXc. No. 

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COPY 8 



CCYRIGHT, 1904 
BY LLOYD MIFFLIN 



O TENDER LIGHT." 



BY LLOYD MIFFLIN 



O dreamful woodland stark with age ! 

Deserted, desolate leaf-strewn ways ! 
Your pathos now can ill assuage 

The pang that comes from other days ; 

O faded grasses, paled with frost, 

That mark the course of frozen streams, 

As poems writ when love is lost 

Show the hushed poet's buried dreams ; 

O tender light that gently grieves 
O'er phantom uplands, ghostly gray, 

And on the waste of Evening leaves 
Pale ashes of the dying day : 

Ah, fading light ! Oh, fallen leaf ! 

Ah, frozen fields love made divine ! 
Ye semble but a season's grief, 

But Oh ! the endlessness of mine ! 



Copyright 1904, by Lloyd Mifflin. 



A MIDNIGHT CHORD. 

PARIS 



BY LLOYD MIFFLIN. 



I. 

'Twas midnight in the lamp-lit garret room ; 

From the rich cello, with impassioned bow, 
A rapt soul drew the pathos. Hushed in gloom 

They listened, breathless, to the plainting low. 

II. 

Two lovers, mutely clinging hand-in-hand, 
Stared at the havoc of the coming years ; 

The lonely sculptor from a foreign land 
Gave way at last and melted into tears. 

in. 

Then one walked to the window and looked up 
Shaken with grief, remembering long-lost lips ; 

As memory passed to all her wormwood cup 
Youth seemed a phantom over sunken ships. 

IV. 

Then one by one they sought the silent night ; 

Each hoarding in the heart a sorrow, veiled ; 
Delicious pain had left their faces white, 

And still the music, gently poignant, wailed. 

Copyright 1904, by Lloyd Mifflin. 



THE TRAMPLED VIOLETS. 



BY LLOYD MIFFLIN. 



'Twas blossom-time anear and far, 
As down the quiet woodland dale 
My love went wandering, sorrow-pale, 

Where all the early violets are. 

Alone she walked in tender rue, 
For I had hurt her gentler mood ; 
I watched, and saw her where she stood — 

Her foot upon the flowers blue. 

Then, as she passed in sweet disdain, 

I plucked, and pressed them to my heart ; 
She saw, and she forgave the smart 

With lips, Oh fonder for the pain ! 

And as we clung with rapturous breath, 
While evening- darkened all the air, 
I hid the fragrance in her hair, 

And swore that love should outlast death. 



The years, — how dim and far, O Love 
Yet still the violets greet the glen ; 
But thou wilt never come again 

From amaranthine fields above ! 

Copyright 1904, by Lloyd Mifflin. 



BY THE STORM -SWEPT SEA. 

BY LLOYD MIFFLIN. 

Lone, desolate reaches of the twilight dunes 

Crowned with the wind-bent pine, 
Where phantom fingers harp forboding runes 
Learned of the mystic brine. 

Wan, ashen pools amid the mournful sands ; 

Reeds, — moaning round the brink ; 
And through the gloom, the ghost of frantic hands 
Appealing, ere they sink. 

Great voices, calling from the outer deep, 

Imperious, and profound, — 
A summons from the eternal caves of sleep 
Borne, without sense of sound. 

O love ! cling closer in the fading light ! 

The winds begin to wail, 
And many a ship, storm-beaten through the night, 
Shall perish in the gale ! 

Cling closer — closer in the gathering gray ! 

Let the wild breakers roll ! 
Safe moored are we within the quiet bay — 
Love's harbor of the soul. 

Copyright 1904, by Lloyd Mifflin. 



FIFTEEN COPIES ONLY OF THIS BOOK WERE PRINTED, 
FEBRUARY, 1904, AT THE HOFFER PRESS, UNDER 

THE MAPLES, MOUNT JOY, PENNSYLVANIA. 



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